⭐️ for 52 weeks :heh:
you're evil for this one, bc you know how much i have to say about this fic and how much this universe lives in my head, but okay. all of this will have to live under a read more bc i'm kicking off with a long ass excerpt i want to talk about.
Week -2 Bryson doesn’t know what to do when he’s back. It’s February for crying out loud. It’s been three months and he’s been through the whole rollercoaster. And he thought he was done. But he’s back. Trea’s right there, standing in line, and Bryson does not know what to do. Trea orders some nonsense sandwich like he always did, and nothing about him seems like anything happened. Nothing about him seems like he disappeared into thin air for months. Nothing seems like he realizes the months Bryson has been living through. So sue him if he’s a little tense. If he doesn’t crack a joke like he used to every time. If he doesn’t yell “have a good day” after him. If his half of this doesn’t follow the old pattern like Trea’s does. So when he leaves and Alec gives Bryson a look, Bryson doesn’t know how to react to that either. Because it’s not like he wasn’t hit in the chest with how good Trea looks or how nice it was to see his face, but with that, hit all the nights he’d spent moping about him disappearing over the past months. Is he back? Or is he dipping his toes back in to see if Bryson will slip up again, or whatever. Bryson still doesn’t understand it. That night he lays in bed staring at the ceiling. The next two times go about the same. Bryson’s more tense than he’d like to be and Trea goes through the motions like nothing is out of the ordinary. Until Alec bets Bryson 40 bucks he won’t write his number on the wrapper next time Trea comes in. And forty dollars is forty dollars. Week 0 What he couldn’t have seen coming is Trea walking through the door bright and early on Valentine’s Day morning. He doesn’t love the implications but he doesn’t really have an option. So before wrapping the hoagie, he scribbles down his number and name on the wrapper with a marker. He shoves the roll into a small bag faster than he can think and hands it to Trea. Winces internally when Trea’s leaving and he knows what he has to say. “Thanks for choosing Primo to be your Valentine today,” he says and Trea blinks at him, before the slightest smile cracks on his face. “You’re welcome,” he says and leaves, and Bryson wonders if the earth could actually open up and swallow him.
so until this point, Bryson's been fucking Going Through It and he's been having the absolute worst fucking time in the world with his, reasonably, completely unreasonable reaction to a regular customer stopping coming. but the guy is soooooo cute and as an employee in a place where a regular usually has The Regular they would order, and Trea has never ordered the same thing twice, he's fascinated by this man.
and then he fucking comes on valentines day. because of course he does. Bryson's luck would have exactly that when there's a goddamn gimmick and the first time he remember seeing Trea was on a different gimmick day and Trea fucking argued him about it. and he so doesn't want to be doing this, especially since he's been bet 40 fucking dollars to give the guy his number. in his mind this is a disaster waiting to happen. and when it doesn't happen he doesn't know what to do.
but then here's the part you actually wanna hear isn't it. the part where i tell you the doc tis the seasonverse episode 2 is a potential sequel which doesn't even go forward in time, well it does but it also just features a bunch of scenes throughout 52 weeks, (ones featured, ones cut, new ones..) but from Trea's pov. it's unrefined as i'm actively working on other things and not this, but like i fuckin said, i think about this universe all. the fucking. time. so obviously i have what i've just talked about from the other pov to offer.
He says he has team things to take care of. So he has to fly back to DC. And it’s not a full lie, he does have team things to take care of. They don’t need him to fly back but he might as well. And get the house ready. And go get a sandwich. Which totally isn’t the reason he’s doing it. Who would fly back to DC for a sandwich? That’s foolish. But then Trea never claimed to be smart. Maybe he just really wants a sandwich. He definitely hasn’t spent multiple nights jerking off to the idea of getting head from a guy with a tongue piercing and a mullet. Definitely not. Definitely not. And it’s not like he would do anything about it. He would never do that to someone just trying to do their job. He can have his fantasies in private. So he goes. Multiple times. Gets his sandwich. And the guy is acting weird. Trea thinks he’s acting weird anyway. Unless it was like this and he just forgot, but that can’t be it, right? Maybe something happened. He doesn’t know the guy, something might’ve happened. He doesn’t say anything. And he’s not going to admit it when it’s Valentine’s day morning that he fully planned on coming back later if he wasn’t at work in the morning… To try his luck. But he’s there. And Trea’s not that religious but he considers praying they have a gimmick. Surely they do. He doesn’t think they usually write on the wrapping paper but he could be wrong. Before he really thinks about it the sandwich is in a bag and being handed to him. And then the guy says what makes it all worth it. “Thanks for choosing Primo to be your Valentine today.” And maybe it’s out of character for Trea, but he smiles. Says “you’re welcome.” And leaves. And so what if he can’t actually have it, he doesn’t even know if this guy is gay, but it’s nice anyway. He learns fairly fast, though. Getting home and opening the wrapping he finds on the wrapper with a rushed handwriting. A phone number and a name. Bryson. A part of the ink has stuck onto the bread but he doesn’t really care. Bryson. Wow. So he has a chance. He doesn’t know if the guy– no. If Bryson wrote his number on a lot of orders that day, but a chance is a chance. He puts a lot of effort into not texting the number immediately.
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